The Brat-tastic Jayk Parker by J. A. Rock

Author:J. A. Rock [Rock, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: LGBT, Contemporary
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2013-06-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Jayk

I lay on my back, trying to get comfortable. I was used to sleeping on my stomach—probably something to do with the amount of time I spent with a flaming backside—but I didn’t know if doing so would squash the baby.

I moved my hand to my belly, feeling around for any baby-shaped lumps.

“Where are you?” I asked.

The hotel room was cool and dark. Ten minutes ago, that had annoyed the shit out of me. I’d wanted sunlight and heat. But now it was relaxing. I’d taken my pants off, leaving just my T-shirt on.

I moved my hand slightly lower, tracing the skin around my pubic area.

Jennifer had said I could touch it.

She’d insisted that I touch it.

So why not just…touch it?

Once. Just to see.

I decided just to touch the clit. No fingers inside any channels. No exploration of any folds. Just a quick brush of my fingers over the ol’ clitoris.

I grabbed my pants and fished in my pocket for Jennifer’s vagina map, just to make sure I knew exactly where the clit was. So I wouldn’t have to touch anything else.

The map was gone.

I must have written my grocery list on it and given it to Amon.

Fuck. I was flying blind here.

I moved my hand to my inner thigh and stroked.

Then I tugged down my underwear.

Tried to think about something sexy.

Like last year, post–body switch, when I’d finally convinced Amon to fuck me in his office. He’d whipped me with his laptop cord, gagged me with a tie, and then set me on his desk and rammed me until I screamed.

Something down there pulsed.

Cautiously, I swiped the tip of one finger over the pulsing spot.

And sat straight up.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I tensed my back and clasped my legs together.

I finally managed a long, plaintive whimper. Keeping my legs together, I shimmied against the bed.

I vaguely remembered reading somewhere that the clit had over twice the number of nerve endings as the penis. But I don’t think I’d ever believed it.

I drew a deep breath, lay back down, and stroked the spot again.

I twisted and gasped, turning my face into the pillow.

It felt so unbefuckinglievably good.

Like I wanted to punch someone because I couldn’t deal with how good it felt.

Where were the newscasters? I had to report a major historical error. The penis was not, in fact, the greatest thing ever.

I mean, it had its merits. It was fun to suck. Easy to grip. You could pee standing up.

But this…this was in a class by itself.

How did women masturbate without passing out?

How did they get anything done?

I thought suddenly of Jennifer’s suggestion that I have Amon go down on me. Was she kidding? If someone licked this thing, I wouldn’t live to tell about it.

I let out a shaky breath. All the decisions men had made throughout history in deference to their dicks, and women had been sitting around the whole time with this between their legs?

I remembered a friend in West Virginia confiding to me that her boyfriend wanted to have sex every night, but she was just too tired.

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